He’d shut the drawer immediately, horrified.

Not again.

It had been nearly three weeks, and he still hadn’t reconciled his feelings over the first note.

And that sketch…

He tried ignoring it, but found himself staring at his paperwork, unable to decipher the words and numbers in front of him. The distraction was crippling.

After an hour of inefficient denial, he finally gave in to the temptation of the drawer. He eased it open, office supplies in hand, and quickly retrieved the note from the jello.

He closed his eyes, breathing heavily…and read the note.

“Ask Angela for some nickels.”